Somewhere between work and home between, husband and daughter, between greyhound and rabbits, between chaos and order, between garden gloves and sewing machine, between food and sleep, there is this blog.

Tuesday, February 14, 2006

I love geeks.

Nerds are the best. Especially when you find a really cute one...Mine is really cute.

I remember when I started dating Peter - not many folks knew much about it, since I'd recently been through what I now like to refer to as my "black-hole period."* Anyhoo, when I broke it to my beloved and longsuffering parents/friends,** I remembered leaning heavily on the "he's a LIBRARIAN" aspect of my new beau. It somehow made him seem less likely to be an axe murderer and more... ummm... likely to wax intellectual than your average man-you-just-met-by-coincidence-on-a-ferry.My ploy worked brilliantly, especially when coupled with "he works on a computer all day" and the "he's finishing his Masters degree."At the time, I didn't pause to think of the disadvantages of shackling myself to a future with someone who is attached umbilically to a PC or, alternately, a book. But then again, I was still caught up on the mine is really cute thing.

Those who know about marriage better than I do (rookie, here) can feel free to comment on this, but I've discovered that being with someone, knowing someone and sharing your life with someone that you love feels like having a tiny, but massively dense star burning somewhere between your heart and gut.Sometimes it glows warmly, other times it burns fiercely and others yet, it's stuck behind a cloud (or perhaps my spleen) and things are cold and rainy, but no matter what, you can feel it there, as quintessential as our own earthly sun.I know, today, that as I look at my husband behind me on his computer instructing his giant red-haired ogre warrior to attack some weird zombie-creature, that he is my decision and my decision stands.

Time to abandon my computer, unplug my Adonis from his and enjoy a glass or two of wine...

Happy Valentines Day and snuggles for all!

* So named because 1. It was huge 2. I couldn't see it coming 3. It sucked me in and crushed me to my core, BUT 4. I flew out the other side and ended up in a completely different universe.** Who supplied and disposed of the clearcut hillside's worth of kleenex that got me through the aforementioned black hole period.